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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Teacher's Pet Baby

Cg!Professor!Wanda Maximoff x little!student!reader

Summary: You've pushed yourself a little too far when feeling sick at school and Wanda won't stand for it.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Age regression, sick fic, mentions of medicine and having to take it, fluff and comfort

Authors notes: I'm sick, so here have a sick fic

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

You barely make it to your seat, sinking into the chair as quietly as possible while the chatter of your classmates fills the lecture hall. Their voices feel too loud, and the room feels impossibly warm despite the fever patch hidden beneath your beanie, and even though you took medicine earlier, it’s barely making a dent now.

Professor Maximoff notices immediately.

Her sharp green eyes sweep over the class as she prepares to start, but they linger on you just a moment longer than necessary. As the students settle down, she steps closer to your desk, lowering her voice so only you can hear.

"You're not feeling well," she states rather than asks.

You sit up straighter, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, Professor. Just tired. I took medicine, and I’ve got a fever patch under my beanie. It’s nothing, really."

Wanda’s lips press into a thin line, unconvinced, but she knows how stubborn you can be—especially when it comes to school.

Developmental Psychology is your last class of the day, and she understands how brutal the coursework is, not just from her own class but from the other professors as well.

After a pause, she sighs. "Alright," she concedes. "But if it gets worse, let me know."

You nod, relieved that she’s letting you stay. She gives you one last look before turning to begin the lecture.

Halfway through, however, Wanda’s concern grows.

You’re struggling to keep up, blinking slowly at the board, your posture slumping more and more as time drags on. Your face is becoming more flushed, your breathing shallow, and you’re practically nodding off in your seat.

That’s enough.

She sets down her marker and claps her hands once. "Alright, everyone, let's take a ten-minute break."

There’s a collective sigh of relief as students stretch, pull out their phones, or head for the door. As Wanda steps out of the room, your phone vibrates in your lap.

Mama 🧸: I'm going to come back into class in a rush, say something came up, and end for the evening. Meet me at my car, okay?

You stare at the message, eyes bleary, but manage to type a simple:

You: Okay.

A few minutes later, just as promised, Wanda rushes back in, looking convincingly flustered.

"Class, I’m so sorry—something urgent just came up. We’re ending for the evening. Check the portal for notes and assignments. I’ll see you all next time."

There’s a mix of murmurs—some students thrilled at the early dismissal, others confused—but they all start packing up. You move slower than usual, dizzier than before, but you make your way out the door.

The evening air is cool against your overheated skin as you spot Wanda waiting beside her car, her arms crossed, and an unreadable expression on her face.

"You’re too stubborn for your own good," she mutters as you approach. Before you can protest, she opens the passenger door. "Get in. I’m taking you home."

You don’t argue. You’re too exhausted, too.

And as soon as you’re settled in the seat, Wanda sighs again, softer this time. "Next time, just tell me when you’re sick, Malyshka. I’d rather help you than watch you push yourself like this."

You hum in response, eyelids already drooping.

✎✐ ✎ ✐ ✎ ✐

The warmth surrounding you is comforting, familiar in a way that makes your mind slip before you even realize it’s happening. You blink groggily, feeling weightless, and it takes a moment for you to register why—strong arms are wrapped around you, holding you securely against a firm chest.

Your head lolls slightly, and a soft hum vibrates beneath your cheek. "There you are, my sleepy munchkin," Wanda murmurs. Her voice is low, soothing, the kind of tone she only ever uses when it’s just the two of you.

Your fingers twitch, instinctively seeking something to grasp, and without hesitation, she adjusts her hold so you can curl into her more. "Mama…" you whisper, the word slipping out before you can stop it.

She shushes you gently, pressing a kiss to your hair as she carries you to the front door of her house. "Shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart. Just rest."

You let out a soft whimper, your body too achy and feverish to fight the little space creeping in, especially with how safe she makes you feel. "Didn’ mean to be little," you mumble, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Wanda chuckles, shifting you slightly as she unlocks the door. "I know, baby. But you don’t have to be big with me right now. You’re sick, and Mama’s going to take care of you."

A tiny, tired pout forms on your lips. "Didn’t wanna be a ‘burrden…”

She tuts softly, carrying you straight to the couch and sitting down with you still cradled in her lap. "Never a burden, my love. You’re my Malyshka, no matter what."

The reassurance makes your chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with the fever. Your small hands clutch at her button up as you burrow into her warmth, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. "Love Mama…" you whisper, voice slurred with exhaustion.

The warmth of Wanda's embrace lulls you into a half-dazed state, but you're still aware enough to feel her shift beneath you. Her gentle touch never falters as she rubs your back, her voice soft as she murmurs, "Let's get you cleaned up and comfy, sweetheart. You’ll feel much better after a nice cool bath."

You whimper softly, curling tighter against her. "No wanna move…"

She chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I know, baby, but Mama will help. You don't have to do anything, just let me take care of you, okay?”

With slow, steady movements, she carries you into the bathroom, setting you down on the closed toilet lid as she kneels in front of you. Her fingers are delicate as she peels away your beanie, revealing the fever patch still clinging to your forehead. She hums in approval. "You did so good taking care of yourself today, my love. But now it’s my turn."

She helps you out of your clothes, guiding you carefully into the warm, soothing bath she’s already drawn. The heat immediately eases some of the aches in your body, and a sleepy sigh escapes you as she begins washing your hair, her fingers massaging your scalp in slow, comforting motions.

"Such a good little munchkin," she praises, tilting your head back just enough to rinse the suds away without getting any in your eyes. "Mama's so proud of you."

You hum at the words, your mind fully slipping into little space under her tender care. By the time she’s rinsing off the last of the bubbles, your limbs are loose and pliant, letting her wrap you in a soft towel and carry you back into the bedroom.

"Look what I got for you," she coos, holding up a pair of adorable Bluey pajamas. Your eyes light up at the sight, and she chuckles at your tiny, excited wiggle. "I knew you'd like these, baby.”

She dresses you with ease, guiding your little arms and legs through the soft fabric before pulling the sleeves down and smoothing them over your skin. Once you're dressed, she settles you onto the bed and disappears for a moment, only to return with a small plastic bottle in her hand.

Your nose scrunches up at the sight. "Noooooo," you whine, trying to turn your head away.

Wanda tuts, sitting beside you with a knowing smirk. "Oh, don't give me that look, munchkin. You need your medicine so you can feel all better."

You shake your head, pressing your lips together in a pout. "Tastes yucky.”

Her sea glass eyes soften, and she shifts closer, cupping your cheek as she gently strokes her thumb along your warm skin. "I know, munchkin, but Mama's got something to make it better."

With her free hand, she holds up a sippy cup, the one she always keeps just for you. Your favorite juice sloshes inside, the sight making your pout waver.

"Take your medicine for Mama, and you can have your sippy, okay?" she coaxes.

You hesitate, but when she brings the little plastic cup of grape-flavored liquid to your lips, you wrinkle your nose and take it anyway, swallowing quickly with a dramatic shudder.

"Bleh!”

Wanda chuckles, immediately pressing your sippy cup into your hands. "Such a brave baby," she praises, watching as you eagerly take a few gulps of the sweet juice to wash away the taste.

Once you’re settled, she reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing your favorite stuffie—your beloved, well-worn plush that she always makes sure is close by. "Here, my love," she murmurs, tucking it into your arms.

You cling to it, already feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling you back down. Wanda leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before lying beside you, pulling you into her embrace. Her fingers stroke lazily up and down your back, her presence grounding and warm.

"Sleep, munchkin," she whispers, her voice the last thing you hear as your eyes flutter shut. "Mama’s right here.”

And with that, you let yourself drift off, safe and loved in her arms.

[eddiesghxst]

hellow, i’m officially done with school for the next year or so which means (if u haven’t already noticed) i’ve started to write 50 wips <3

so anyway, here’s a snippet of something im writing about dom!eddie who’s also a tattoo artist who just so happens to own a tattoo parlor that’s right next to a ballet studio which just so happens to be owned by ballet instructor!reader

18+ — MINORS DNI

It was a series of unfortunate events.

You had spent the last five years of your life building your ballet school from the ground up, but when your old studio was sold out from under you, you were forced to find a new home for your students.

It wasn’t easy. There weren’t many options for you to choose from and most buildings either needed an immense amount of work that your pockets couldn’t afford or were too far away and would inevitably cause you to lose students.

But then you stumbled on a dream. The new studio was perfect— freshly installed tiling, beautiful acoustics, and the fee to install the mirrors wasn’t all that bad— except for one small detail: the tattoo parlor next door.

For the months that you spent preparing the studio for your students, you were tormented with the constant buzz of needles and the faint scent of ink lingers in the air all day, mixing with the sharp fragrance of floor polish and irritation that comes with summer heat. It nearly drove you insane.

But what started as a nuisance soon flourished into something else entirely. The tattoo shop’s owner, a tall, inked-up man named Eddie, was there every morning, the storefront always open to the bustling world outside. Your first conversation had been brief— you introduced yourself, explained how you ended up here and he wished you a good start to your new building.

It wasn’t until a few months down the line that you finally caved and complained about the noise, telling him it was difficult to focus with the loud sounds from his shop and Eddie— surprisingly, since you had somewhat painted him a villain in your mind— apologized and said he’d try to keep the noise down— “I can’t promise the same on the days I don’t work, though. My team tends to never listen to me.”

And so then you and Eddie formed a very nice, casual, and polite relationship. Something like a work relationship. A nice smile and wave in the morning, small and quick conversations about the week— and sometimes, he would get you a coffee and slide it on your desk while you’re busy with your morning class.

But as weeks passed, your casual exchanges became… something more— quick morning greetings turned into full blown conversations and free coffees turned into free lunches— “The deli down the street always gives me an extra sandwich.” And you almost think he’s lying about that, but he never really leaves you room to further pry about it. Lingering looks, shared laughs, and an unspoken connection grew deeper with each passing day.

But it started and ended at work— there on Blackburn Avenue where your ballet studio and his tattoo parlor share a sidewalk— and it never left. And you never expected it to be more— Eddie is more of a work crush anyway. You talk and flirt for the few hours that you share a wall, and when you go home you watch your reality TV shows, eat dinner, and think nothing of it.

But what the hell do you do when you walk into a BDSM club and see your work crush on a stage, knuckle’s deep in a pretty girl, with a bunch of strangers watching— including yourself?

What do you do when the pretty boy that owns the shop next to your studio is on a stage, whispering dirty praises in a girls ear and finger fucking her until her thighs shake? What do you do when you realize— oh fuck, I should probably leave since I actually know this guy and we’re kind of coworkers, but you stay like the idiot you are?

And what do you do when his pretty brown eyes (which look even dreamier when they’re blown out and dark with lust) glance up from the woman below him and just happen to immediately land on you?

What the fuck do you do?

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Just Say You Had a Bad Dream (p2)

Player 001 x Reader

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Part 1

You awoke the next morning, Young Il already gone from your side. You looked around for the friend’s you had made the previous day. You found them all huddled in a small circle, talking lowly. Young il looked back at you as you rose up from bed. He turned the circle outward, slightly extending the circle to you.

“So, (y/n), according to the last time I played, the next game was Dalgona.” Gi-Hun spoke lowly.

“The game where you cut out the shape.” You repeat. He nodded,

“but these are new games, i have no idea what they’re gonna do.” He added. “Best just to prepare for the worst”

“Sounds like a fair plan” Young il agreed. When the group dispersed, Young il subtly grabbed your jacket sleeve, pulling you into him.

“What are you-“ he trapped you in a kiss cutting you off.

“The next game is a 6 legged pentathlon” he whispered in your ear as he kissed your neck. “Ddajki” another kiss. “Flying stone” another kiss. “Spinning top” a 3rd kiss. “Gong Gi” another kiss. “Jequi” a final kiss.

“Okay, enough” you giggle obnoxiously. Playing off the fact that he just told you the game. You walked into the room where the games were held, your group of 5 already staying together as others rushed to find theirs. You and Young il stood close together. He held you by your pocket, to keep someone from snatching you last minute. Finally, the teams were together and the time went off. The games were announced.

“(Y/n), can you play Gong-Gi?” Jung Bae asked you. You nodded.

“I was champion at my school” you said.

“Good, im good at flying stone.” Jung Bae said.

“I’m really good at Ddajki” Dae Ho chimed in.

“What about you, Young il?” Gi-Hun asked.

“Well, I’ve never played either of the last two.” LIAR! You thought, he was the best at spinning top, every throw was flawless. “You pick what you’re best at and I’ll just pick up the slack”

“I’ll take Jequi” Gi-Hun said thoughtfully. Safe to say you were going to be the last players going, easier to secretly dispose of the all the others so you and In Ho could walk unharmed.

Your long awaited turn was finally up. With a brandished arm and a well wish to the other team, your time began. The first 3 games were successful… until young il’s turn was up. He failed time and time. Slapping himself in the face and screaming at himself. He was throwing right-handed. You knew why, but you felt an insecure upset in your stomach as he did. Two tugs on his jacket told him he was making you nervous. He finally threw the top correctly, the joy coming back as you walked to Jequi, which contained a final clutch play by Young il.

“Oh fuck” you sighed throwing yourself into bed. “I’m beat”

“Too beat for me?” Young il said with a cocky grin, jumping into your bed with you. “Huh, pretty girl?” He said kissing your neck.

“Yes, geoboki” you push his face playfully. He feigned hurt, a fake expression written on his face. “Oh my gosh, stop pouting” you say laughingly.

“No. You said you’re too tired for me” he pouted even more.

“How about after lights out, hm?” You rubbed his hair as you closed your eyes.

“Dinner?”

“Lights out.” You repeat firmly, hearing his smirk.

“Fine” he huffed into your shoulder.

Timeskip: Lights out

Your eyes were wide open, a heat between your thighs as Young il toyed with your pussy.

“Oh my god, that feels good.” You say, quietly.

“Get on top of me” he tells you lust dripping from every word. You move to be on top of him, his cock standing at solid attention. He guided you as you sank down, his hips jutting up slightly at the warm cover your pussy was providing him. A sinful moan left his lips. He gently swayed your hips back and forth on his cock.

“Oh fuck” you moaned softly. Thoroughly enjoying the feeling of him inside of you. His cock stretching you gently with undeniable satisfaction. His thrusts became more feral. His arms no longer guiding, but pulling you flush against him.

“Holy fuck, (y/n)” he groaned. His obvious arousal now pounding into you. He let out moans, struggling to keep the contained. He bite down hard on your neck.

You sat up, placing your hands on his chest. Moving your hips on his cock as you rode him, matching his speed. Moans left your lips as his hands made their way to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your mounds before pinching them gently. You threw your head back, bouncing faster as you chased your orgasm.

“Oh fuck” you moan. His hand reached and wrapped around your throat.

“Dont you dare fucking stop” he ordered. “Ride my fucking cock until you cum all over it”

“Yes sir” you moan feeling his hand tighten. Your eyes rolling back at the feeling.

“Good girl” he breathed quietly. “Good fucking girl” you moved your hips faster, the sound of your ass hitting his thighs playing out.

“Im gonna cum” you whimper. “Oh my god, Young il, I’m gonna fucking cum”

“Cum on my cock. Cum on my fucking cock so I can mix our fucking juices together” he growls lowly. “Be a good girl for daddy, (y/n)” with that you felt your orgasm turn the corner,

“Fuck” you drawled as you rode your orgasm, spilling your juices on his cock”

“My turn now”he pulled you flush against him. Pounding his cock into you and forcing his orgasm to peak. He buried himself in the crook of your neck, biting down hard on your collarbone, certainly leaving a matching bruise to the one you had on your neck. His hot seed shooting inside of you. His body tensing with each thrust.

You moved your hips against him, making sure every drop of his was inside you.

“Oh my god, (y/n)” his own whimpering voice a symphony to your ears as you rode him. “You’re going to ruin me” he says as you slowed to a stop and laid your head against him, a light sheen of sweat covering the both of you.

You moan lightly as he pulls his cock from you. Your spent body being helped by your best friend from high school. He pulled your panties and sweatpants on, pulling the blanket off of you as your breathing returned to normal. He removed your jackets, placing them on the floor by the bed.

“You’re so fucking good at riding” he tells you. “Just like when we were younger” you give a half chuckle,

“No much changed… I’m still good at everything” you say dazily. Cuddling into his chest as he held you. “So geoboki, what’s our excuse this time, he?”

“We were horny” he whispered in your ear. You giggle lightly before letting yourself drift off in his embrace as he played with your hair. His own eyes getting heavy before finally snoring softly, head on top of yours.

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[911lsbts]

With 9-1-1: Lone Star soon coming to an end, what’s one of the biggest things you’d say you learned about yourself while working on the series?

I’ve learned a lot about myself over the past 5 years working on this show. In many ways, I could say it was like another coming-of-age. So much has happened in the duration: I moved across the country from NYC to LA, endured the pandemic, the strikes all while working on it.

I’d say the biggest thing I learned is how to balance preparing and surrendering. In my crafting as an actor but also in life. I went to acting school and learned techniques for how to prepare for a performance and get myself ready to do what the scenes called for. And the process takes time. You need time with the script to not only learn the words but know what’s going on and what you need to do to get yourself in the space you need to live out the scene. In theatre, you have all this time to rehearse, but in TV, and in ACTION TV that is not the case.

Sometimes, the script was in revisions and you only got a couple pages to shoot your scene and your lines are different. Or you were going to rehearse the scene but the previous scene had a tech issue and we’re losing the location so we have to just jump into the emotional scene you thought you were doing the next day right now. Or you rehearsed the scene fine but when all the special effects are going, you’re trying to deliver this deep emotional scene hanging from a cable getting drenched in freezing water.

All these things that are out of my control would be happening but I’m still responsible for my performance. And I had to learn how to adapt my process to the production.

I learned how to prepare to let go.

On a separate note, what’s a practical skill you’d say you were surprised to learn while working on the series? Has playing a firefighter/paramedic come in handy in your personal life in any way?

I learned real fast that my little gym muscles wouldn’t cut it on this job. So I learned the importance of functional fitness and mobility work. But I can operate a fire extinguisher, and can don turnouts and an SCBA in less than 3 mins.

Luckily, I haven’t had to rescue anyone in real life since the show but I feel confident that I could help if something went down.

Without wanting to give away where Paul Strickland’s storyline might end in Lone Star, what do you (hypothetically) hope he’s up to, say, 10, 20 years down the line?

I hope that professionally, he’s still able to serve and help people and that he’s confident in his ability to lead. That he and Asha have a family of their own—Papa Paul has a nice ring to it and you can just tell he’d be a great dad. And you know, maybe they’d have a restaurant business on the side. Something that combines his two favorite things: cooking and books. He’s in Austin so it can be funky, you know. Yeah, he and Asha could have opened Austin’s first reading restaurant, it has gourmet food and a lending library.

[realisticpregerotica]

Reconnected

18+ MDNI

2.7k words

Contains: Pregnant sex, MF sex, oral sex, light lactation

Marshall remembered Jane. They were in the same classrooms, they might have even done a project together and exchanged numbers to work on it after school. Even after their classes were over they added each other on facebook. Maybe he would have made a move, but even during the time he had known her she was still attached to 

Through casual glances on their facebook feeds they would be updated on milestones in their changing lives. Marshall saw The pictures of her trips to the Caribbean, her office parties, and eventually pictures of her engagement ring and with her fiance to her side. And in less than a year, a beautiful wedding.

It was only natural that a decade and some change later Jane was expecting a child with her husband. The pictures of her positive pregnancy test were followed by a sonogram of her peanut sized child. When he recalled the brief memories he had in high school his head began to spin. Somebody that he had grown up with was pregnant. 

Over the weeks she had beamed with pride alongside her less frequent pictures of her husband. Despite his conflicted feelings of seeing Jane’s growing body on his timeline he knew it was unethical to contact her for the selfish reasons of his hidden fetish. She had worked so hard to start this family and become a good wife and mother.

That was, until the news had broken in private stories. Her husband had sent her divorce papers in her second trimester. That confidence seemed to fade as life updates revealed that her smile had lost its shine until the pictures stopped following altogether until one day he saw her name show up on the Springfield Dating group. 

��Hello everybody! I’m new to dating. I’ve been a resident here my whole life. 

Your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. I’m pregnant, and this is an old picture. My husband and I are separated. I’m looking into getting into dating again…’

And into a leap of faith, he sent the first message. 

~

A half hour had passed since the time they had agreed on. Marshall had accepted the loss and had lived with the thought of knowing that he tried. Right when he began to make peace with his night alone a woman sounded like she had bumbled into the glass door.

Rather, only one part of her body entered the room before she did. And as she entered he saw the composition of her outfit beyond the outstretched fabric that slung her heavy midsection. She wore a lacy red dress, one not meant to accommodate the weight of a woman so far along her pregnancy. Her outstretched belly had forced the middle of her shirt to ride up her thighs with every step, threatening to reveal her underwear. She caught Marshall’s eyes and the man waved her over. 

Shit… Shit! Shitshitshit-

The way that she clumsily made her way to their two person table made Marshall lose any composure that he could have conjured over his sudden moment of preparation. “Unf-” Jane huffed upon landing against the chair in front of him. 

“I’m so sorry! It took a lot longer to get ready than I thought it would!” As she sat down gravity acted accordingly against the curves of her heavy body, bobbing against her hardly contained body. The impact of her landing made her breasts begin to spill from the top of her chestline. She pulled her dress upwards, as if she’d been dealing with this wardrobe malfunction all night.

“No worries! I’m glad you could make it.” He slid her chair in, making her jump with the sudden reveal of how heavy she was, not that Marshall noticed. He was too focused on regaining his composure.

Don’t make it all about her pregnancy, weirdo. 

“How are you?” 

“I’m fine. Very, very pregnant, as you could see.” The exasperation in her voice made Marshall's heart skip a beat as her fingertips ran along either pole of her belly. It was going to be a very long night.

It began recalling their old high school days. When the topic of the one semester had dried they moved on to the last decade they had. Her divorce did come up, but it was through the lens of deep regret for anything other than the children she was more than prepared to mother. By the time the check came around Marshall was ready to drop the question

“Hey. I… Um, don’t live too far around here. If I could save you a trip in the dark.” Jane paused under the shadow of the night, where she was just confident enough that she could hide her excitement. “My ex hasn’t gotten all of his stuff out of our home yet. I’m really sick of living with all of his junk.” She was rambling. “I guess, I’m saying,” She swallowed.

“Please?” 

~

The drive back to Marshall’s apartment was quiet with unclear expectations in the front seat. The end of their trip ended with an elevator trip to the second floor of Marshall’s complex.

“Can I get you anything?” 

“... Yeah…” Jane replied. “Is your bed more comfortable than your couch?” Any time that he had tried to avoid coming face to face with his desire for her body Jane had only reeled him in closer. If she pressed any harder he wasn’t sure how much harder he could hide it. 

They made their way into Marshall's room where Jane cautiously invited herself on Marshall's bed. Carefully scanning for his reaction. “It's a bit of a tight fit… I was so worried about getting it on that I had no idea how I was going to take it off.”

I have to tell her. She has to know that I'm only here physically and that she is everything that I've ever wanted. 

“Oof~” Jane sighed as the zipper  practically undid itself under the weight of her massive breasts. Her skin shined in Marshall’s moonlit bedroom. The dress had really clung onto the widest part of her belly. With persistence, the cloth finally came free, exposing the figure of the heavily pregnant  woman before him

“It’s a lot… Isn’t it?” Jane’s voice softened. Her grip around her dress tightened as she got prepared to hide the blossoming round of her life bearing body.

“N-no.” Marshall’s hands laid on top of hers. With no resistance at all, her wrists lowered. The rest of Jane’s pregnant body was liberated from the ties of her ill fitting dress. Marshall couldn’t keep his eyes off of her as he helped slide the rest of the outfit down her widened hips. The way he looked so intently made Jane’s heart race with eagerness. Her body became nothing more but an obligation for her ex-husband 

Marshall braced himself, hyper aware of what it would look like if he acted too quickly. Every inch closer to her body felt like another foot closer to the sun. Who knew if he would ever have a woman like Jane in his bedroom ever again 

“May I?” Jane nodded. Marshall’s hands carefully explored the object of desire nestled into her midsection.

“H-haa.” Her skin still yielded slightly. He relished the amount of space her round belly occupied. He felt the sides of her belly that distended from her swollen midsection. Of course it did, she still had a couple of months to go. He could feel his heartbeat against his throat so hard that Marshall was scared that every exhale would expose the excitement her gravid body gave him. 

She was in the company of a person who shared just as much excitement towards her body as she had. His touch was indulgent, ready to feel the swell of life she had carried for 7 whole months in her womb. The external focus sent a tingle down her spine that got a moan from her lips as she pushed her midsection further into his hands. 

His hands explored the area right below her bellybutton, lower, and lower until he caught the waistline of the fabric of her panties. Another obstacle that Jane assisted to remove. The pregnant mother laid against his sheets, exposed before him. 

“I’m sorry. My belly… Makes it hard for me to shave…” Her hands covered her face in embarrassment but her legs stayed spread open, not daring to close themselves an inch. Enticed by the warmth of her juicy sex Marshall couldn’t wait any longer. His tongue indulged to feel every inch of her pussy.

For the first time in many months Jane’s neglected body filled with pleasure. Her body worked overtime for a cocktail of oxytocin. All of the stresses in her life melted away into pleasure against the most sensitive parts of her pussy. The missing piece of what she needed for a healthy pregnancy. 

“Oh f-fuck!” Jane stammered. She tried to shove her body downwards to thrust her pregnant pussy into Marshall’s face. Her position pushed the weight of her unborn child against her vagina. The further she arched the more of her third trimester belly rested against Marshall’s forehead.

His senses were surrounded by her. He couldn’t help himself as he undid the button of his dress pants and let down his underwear. Jane could feel the quiver of his mouth against her. “I’m cumming-!” she cried as her voice was immediately cut off by the strain of an orgasm taking hold of her body for the first time in months. She stayed quiet, embarrassed to have cum so quickly she got her heavy body up to return the favor. 

He shifted position in her hands and moaned as he found the side of his dick against her belly. It wasn’t anything like stroking it with his hands. Even against the head of his active, excited cock the stretched skin of her midsection was warm. 

She’s pressing-

His thoughts were cut by the stimulation against her stomach as his forehead shot towards the ceiling. Jane milked the look of his pleasure, planting his member against the fleshy side of her stomach, letting him dig lightly into her soft skin. She paused, feeling the layer of wet, slippery precum that she willingly smeared against the side of her belly that lubed the side of her skin. A pause ended the overstimulation, Marshall’s breaths were ragged while locking into Jane’s eyes.

“D-do you like my body?” Jane asked. Although his cock was proof enough of this answer she needed to hear it verbally. “Yeah… I like your body a lot.” It was the truth, but Marshall’s chest ached to reveal to her the whole truth. For now his words were enough as she slowly began to navigate her body on top of him.

“Am I too heavy?” Jane asked. Marshall shook his head while he swallowed in anticipation. Her full weight made her straddle feel a lot more dense than any partner he had ever felt before. Jane's belly even pushed into him.Her thighs trembled while she found the right angle to get him to enter her warm vagina. With a heavy descent of her hips the couple simultaneously moaned. Jane for the neglect of her needy, hormonal body

Not even her exceptionally swollen folds could hide her slick vulva. He had fantasized for a long time, what the sex of a pregnant woman would feel like. He had thought of all of the cliches he had read in literature and saw in pornos. Jane’s body had delivered on every ounce of promise that pregnant sex had ever made to him. 

Their hips trembled as they felt the sensations of their sexes wash over him. The feeling that engulfed Marshall was an overwhelmingly soft tightness he had never felt before. Jane's quads ached from the effort it took for her to lift her heavy body. “Mnnngggh!” Jane grinded her hips with sexual frustration as she groaned against the limits of her heavy body.

His hand placed on her hips with reassurance as he assisted the expecting mother off of his hips and onto the comfort of his mattress. Her body supported against her side he approached her from behind, his cock stimulating her sex to soft moans. 

“Please tell me if I’m going too hard.” He pushed his hips into her and he felt her body lean into him for support as she groaned. His hand rested naturally atop her bump, a reminder that he was blessed with the opportunity to lay with such a beautiful woman.

With her ear against his lips as he rutted into her. “I really… Really love pregnant women…” 

His confession drew a whimper from Jane’s lips. Silenced by her grunts of pleasure from the hard cock pistoning inside of her all she could do was nod enthusiastically, submitting to the pleasure of her hormonal body. 

“Pregnancy is so sexy on you.” He muttered while continuing to rut into her from behind. Her body rippled so gently, sending shockwaves through her plump ass and thickened thighs. The vibrations rolled throughout her body, waking her child from within her as kicks pushed up against their mothers skin.

Her overstimulated body climbed to elation. Her body was floating. Every thrust she could feel the passion of her body being hungrily ravaged. Her belly was heavy, but supported in his hands and the soft cushion of his mattress. 

“Fuh-fuck. Marshall, I’m gonna cum-!”

“Ugh… Me too!” He cried as his thrusts got harder.  He grit his teeth and pumped like a rabbit as his load exploded into her, feeling every inch of her body coil around him as Jane came against the rock hard shaft. Their moans filled the room as they milked every sensation and twitch with their connected bodies. 

“F-fuck. I’m trembling. I need a second before round two.” Jane chuckled as she rested on her side. Marshall’s hand laid against her belly. She spread her legs while laid up on her back, letting him into a perfect view of her bump. Her legs stayed open, she eagerly spread herself for Marshall

“Do you think you can rock them to sleep inside of their mama?” The challenge enticed her former classmate. Their moans filled the room together as his bare cock entered her swollen opening. He could feel every soft ridge of Jane’s embrace inside of her as her warmth surrounded his cock.

“Mnhhhh~” He could melt inside of her pregnant pussy. At the very tip of his penis he could feel the lip of something round and hard. As he looked down to visualize his length inside of her he envisioned the entrance of her womb where her baby resided. 

Missionary made him take long strokes into her needy vagina as Jane felt every inch of his raw cock. She bit her lip as her insides clung into him needley despite cumming twice earlier in the night.

“Yessss.” She moaned hazily. Her fingers caught the tips of her massive breasts that hung on either side of her rounded midsection. She felt his insides clamp down upon him as she attacked the tips of her chocolate brown nipples, hard. Marshall saw beads of clear fluid build against her areolas. As she smeared her colostrum on her breasts it made her tits shine like lipgloss. 

Jane could feel Marshall stiffen inside of her, she was desperate for him to fill her completely. “Please, fuck me harder.” 

He mounted his body over hers, low enough to feel the firmness of her pregnant round against his stomach. Jane was anchored in place by his body and slammed into her hips. 

“Mnnhhh-Fuck!” Jane moaned, clinging onto his back. Every thrust shook her sensitive body as he mercilessly collided into her womb. “Yesyesyes!” She hummed with the new force of his thrusts. She took every collision into her deepest parts directly into her brain.

Marshall let out a weakened groan beyond grit teeth. Jane began to squirm underneath him as her sensitive sex was getting pounded into her next orgasm. “I’m-I’m” Marshall’s throat strained as he felt the release of another load for his pregnant lover. Jane squealed and gasped as she spasmed with the sensations of her puffy vagina getting filled with his hot seed. 

He removed himself from her as he looked down at her heaving body and a tired grin. Between them they could see the movements inside her stomach come to a gentle rest before the spent lovers laid together.

“Hey, I have 8 more weeks while I'm still your fetish.” Jane chuckled with a blush. He could see that confidence return in her smile. “Make the most out of it, okay?”

[milkteabies]

Haikyuu characters when (y/n) passes out bc of her period

characters: Tsukishima and Iwaizumi

(I meant to do more characters but I accidentally wrote too much just for these two)

a/n: this is purely self indulgent bc my period makes me pass out sometimes lol, so this is a female reader and ofc talks of periods and blood and passing out, so if that isn’t your thing or makes you uncomfortable, find something that’s more for you dear :D

also characters are probs ooc bc this is the first time I’ve written for them lol, so sorry in advance!!

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Tsukishima:

You had already started your period a few days ago, and just before it ends is when it’s the worst. The bleeding gets so heavy and no matter what, you feel very faint, but you couldn’t exactly skip school because you had an exam that you needed to do that you know the teacher wouldn’t allow to be retaken or rescheduled, so you hunkered down and trudged on.

Walking to school alone was uncomfortable, your cramps twisting in your stomach like a cheese grater to your organs. You were so distracted by the pain you didn’t even realize the footsteps coming up behind you.

“Can’t believe you’d leave me behind like that.” Tsukishima scoffs, his long strides easily falling into step next to your slightly stilted ones.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Tsukishima, I was distracted thinking about my exam today.” You smile up at him kindly, heart stuttering slightly, arms crossed over your stomach to try and alleviate the pain.

“Yeah, you told me about that last night… What are you doing with your arms?”

You look down at where they cross and shrug with a tired smile, “I’m just feeling a little cold today I think. Anyway, I’ll see you after your practice, yeah?” You wave as you walk off, joining Yachi and a few other friends to walk to class together, unaware of the secretly worried look following after you.

You’re in class, taking notes just before lunch when an incredibly strong pang hits you, squeezing the breath from your lungs. Quietly, you wheeze to try and distract yourself, and Yachi, who sits next to you, gently presses a hand to your arm in worry.

“Hey, you okay? Whats going on?” She whispers, glancing to the teacher to make sure they don’t notice.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just cramps.” You whisper back shakily, wrapping an arm snugly around your stomach.

Yachi gives you a sympathetic look, well aware of your struggles. “I have some extra strength advil in my bag, I’ll give you some at lunch.”

You mouth a thank you and quickly go back to taking notes when the teacher turns around.

As lunch starts, your friends amble around your desk to eat together, and Yachi quickly roots around for the medication and hands it to you, which you take immediately.

To try and avoid an extra stomach ache, you eat the light snack you packed with you, not having a lunch since you knew you would be too nauseous to keep anything down.

A minute later, the door to the classroom slides open and a familiar tall, bespectacled blond leans in. Your friend nudges you, and gestures with her head to the door when you look up.

You wave as you walk over to the door, “Hey Tsukishima, whats up?” You ask, standing in front of him.

“Just came to see if you were skipping lunch to do some last minute cramming for your exam.” He snarks, easily hiding the fact that he was worried and also wanted to maybe eat lunch with you to potentially help you study. Allegedly.

You laugh at his statement, knowing what he wants but continuing the bit, “I haven’t eaten in three days preparing, you think I’ll break my streak now?”

Tsukishima’s lips quirk before he hears a call of his name down the hall from Yamaguchi. “Ah, I have to go… Here. Make sure to actually eat something to power that pea brain of yours.” He huffs, pressing a strawberry cream bun to your hand before quickly walking off, his ears burning red.

You giggle after him, heart fluttering, before walking back to your desk where your friends all “oooh” and “aawww” at you which you wave off, slightly flustered.

Finally, at your last class of the day where your exam was set to take place, you knew it was gonna be tough. The medicine your friend gave you worked for a while into the exam, but by the end, it had worn off completely and you were not feeling good. You managed to finish the exam with a few minutes to spare, along with Yachi, because you shared the class, who you turned your exam in with, before packing up to leave.

Gathering your stuff, you felt almost all of your blood rush from your head as you stood up with your bag, and stumbled slightly. Yachi caught your arm and looked on in concern, but you smiled and waved it off to walk outside of the classroom. You barely made it a few feet out the door before your vision started to cloud.

Your heart was pounding and blackness bloomed across your eyes. You stumbled again, hitting the wall with your shoulder as Yachi rushed to your side, “(Y/n)! Oh my god, are you okay?!” She whispered loudly, kneeling in front of you, hands shaking.

“I- I can’t see.” You mumbled before your consciousness evaded you, and you slumped forward into your her arms.

It felt like an instant that you were awake again, no longer in the hallway, but now the nurses office, lying on a bed. As soon as you were aware of your surroundings, you became aware of your body and the cramps that were still crushing your insides.

You groaned as you sat up, a cold wet cloth flopping into your lap before you yelped when a snarky voice suddenly spoke up from next to you, “You should keep lying down, you might pass out again.”

Looking to your side, you found Tsukishima sitting in a chair, staring right at you with furrowed brows.

“Tsukishima? What’re you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at practice- what time is it?” You questioned, looking around for your bag before another moment of lightheadedness hit you, making you press a hand to your forehead.

Tsukishima quickly stood up, pressing a hand against your shoulder, “Hey, listen to what I said! Lay back down!” He pushed, but you grabbed his wrist and pressed your forehead against his chest, breathing shakily.

“You idiot.” He mumbled, gently resting a hand on the back of your head.

You sighed before looking up at him, his hand still on your head. “Why’re you here?” You asked again.

“I was supposed to be at practice, but when Yachi called me, telling me you had passed out in the hallway, I couldn’t just not come. Who do you think brought you here? Yachi definitely isn’t strong enough to carry you.” He explains, brows furrowed again in worry.

“Ah, sorry about that.” You mumble, looking away from his eyes, but the hand previously on your head reaches for your chin and turns you back to him.

His eyes flicker around your face, as if searching before he finally demands, “What happened?”

You shrink a little into yourself, face flushing, but the hand on your chin holds firm as a second hand rests next to your thighs, trapping you in place. “…This’s never happened at school, it’s luckily only happened when I’ve been home, and normally my parents can take care of me, but my period makes me super light headed sometimes and I can pass out.” You murmur against squished cheeks.

Tsukishima’s face drops at the admission, “… So this happens regularly?”

“Well, kind of like every other period, but there have been times when it’s happened more than once if I have a really bad week.” You trail off, shrinking under his growing anger.

“And you’ve never told me about this because..?”

“I wouldn’t want to bother you and, like I said, normally my parents take care of me-“

“But what about times where they couldn’t?”

“I just lay down on the floor and then wake up later?”

Tsukishima can actively feel his blood pressure rise as he sighs, releasing your chin to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

“I’m taking you home and staying with you until your parents get home.” He states, standing back to full height before picking up both of your bags and pulling out his phone, presumably to text his team that he won’t return to practice at all.

“Tsukishima, you really don’t have to-!”

“I will, because you clearly can’t take care of yourself.”

“It’s not like I can control it!”

“Which is exactly why I’m going to take care of you. You can’t control it, and I don’t want to have to worry about you until I see you again!”

You’re stunned at the admission, feeling your ears burn at the worried look on Tsukishima’s face before you try again. “Really, it’s no big deal! You shouldn’t have to deal with your friend who-“ but before you can finish, you’re silenced by a pair of lips that press against yours.

You whimper in surprise as Tsukishima pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours, cheeks red as he glares at you, “I care about you and want to take care of you because I love you, can’t you understand that?” He demandss.

“Love?!” You squeak, pulling away to turn and hide your burning face in your hands.

“Yes, love.” He huffs, prying one hand away from your face to wrap an arm around your waist and rest his forehead against your shoulder. “…When Yachi called me, I ran across the school to get to you.” He mumbles.

Your heart racing, you take your other hand away from your face and gently tangle it through Tsukishima’s hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, making him shiver. “Sorry for worrying you.”

“… Whatever, it was my choice to worry, anyway.” He huffs again, standing and angling his head away to try and stop you from seeing his red face, but failing as you laugh, the cloth in your lap slowly wetting your skirt.

Iwaizumi:

Your stomach had been hurting all day. No matter of medication was able to stop the pain and despite having dealt with it for so long, you never got used to it and it never got better.

You just wanted to go home and lay down for the rest of the day, but responsibilities and school work didn’t stop just because you were tired, and you still had to get through practice after school, being the manager of the boy’s volleyball club. You’d just have to steel yourself to power through until you could go home.

Sighing when the final school bell rang, you slowly packed up your stuff and tiredly shuffled your way to the gym, biting your lip with each painful ache that shot through your system.

As you neared the gym, you could see the large cluster of girls already flocking to the open door, none of them daring to cross the threshold as they watched the team warm up. “Excuse me, girls.” You called politely, smiling when they shuffled around to let you through, greeting you kindly.

As you made it to the front, a stack of letters were shoved into your hands before the swarm cleared out, making you giggle as they chorused goodbyes and lightly pushed at each other bashfully. You closed the door to the gym and were again greeted, this time by the actual team.

“(Y/n)-chan! Is one of these letters finally from you?” Oikawa cooes playfully, taking the letters you held out to him, obviously from the girls who were just here.

“You’ve gotta try a bit harder if you want to actually be able to win my love, Oikawa.” You answered blankly, setting down your bag and starting on your basic duties.

Oikawa failed to respond as a ball ricocheted off the back of his head, making him fall forward as Iwaizumi barked out from behind, “Get back to practice Trashykawa!”

“Iwa-chan, you’re so mean to me!” He cries, stumbling back to court as you shake your head fondly at their actions.

As they continue to warm up, you go to fill up the water bottles, keeling over the water station when an especially sharp pain hit. You quickly straightened up when you heard someone clear their throat behind you, but winced again, pressing a hand to your side.

“Woah, are you alright?” The voice you now recognized as Iwaizumi asked as he appeared at your side, a large, warm hand pressed against the small of your back, making your face flush despite yourself.

You wave off his concern with a strained laugh, “Ah, I’m fine! Don’t worry, just a little side cramp.” You smile up at him, making his face burn at how cute he found you.

“R-right, sorry.” He quickly backs away, hands raised stiffly when he realized he was touching you. “Do you, uh, need help with that?” He asks, pointing to the crate of bottles.

“No, it’s fine. Focus of practice, Iwaizumi, not on the manager tasks I do every day.” You simper, resting a hand against his bicep before scampering off to return the, now full, water bottles.

Iwaizumi feels his heart race at the contact before shaking himself out of his head, where he will definitely be replaying that moment, to go back to practice. “Where did you go, Iwa?” Matsukawa asks rhetorically, snickering with Hanamaki at Iwaizumi’s flustered face before running off when he threatens them with a ball.

As they continue through practice, you’re sitting on your bench on the side, half empty water bottles to your left, a bag of towels to your right, and writing on your clip board the practice scores and what specific players should practice on, on their individual sheets.

Every few seconds you can feel your eyebrow twitch in tandem with each cramp that hits. You slowly feel yourself start to sweat, the back of your shirt clinging to your skin uncomfortably and your hands going clammy. Fanning yourself with a free hand, you reach for your own water bottle.

The cool water helps, partly, but not enough. The heat in the gym is getting to you, the constant squeaking of sneakers and slamming of the ball, you can feel your chest get tighter, your vision blurring, head starting to spin. You quietly get up and speed walk to the door, fanning yourself with your clipboard as you go.

Making it outside, you take a few stumbling steps to lean against the wall of the gym, hearing muffled and ringing, but suddenly aware of someone coming up behind you with quick steps. “Hey, what happened?” Iwaizumi asks, holding onto your shoulder in worry, brows furrowed.

“Aw, you care about me, Iwaizumi?” You can’t help but tease, a feigned, coy smile on your lips which makes him flush and stutter in his steps and response.

“I-I’m just feeling a little hot.” You pant, continuing to fan yourself and attempting to take a step forward when your legs suddenly fail you and you stumble to your knees, dropping the clipboard, papers scattering.

“O-oi, (y/n)!” He calls, dropping down next to you and catching you with an arm across your clavicle when you suddenly slump forward, eyes shut.

You wake up with a start, finding yourself on a bench in the team room with a cool pack on your head. Reaching up, you grab the pack and slowly sit up, swinging your legs down to sit normally.

“You’re finally awake.” Iwaizumi’s relieved voice sounds from the door of the room, startling you into dropping the pack on the floor. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologizes, quickly coming to your side with your water bottle in hand.

You take the bottle and drink a few gulps, accidentally spilling some drops from the corner of your mouth which slide down the side of your neck. Iwaizumi can’t help but watch them fall before shooting his eyes back to your face when you clear your throat.

“Did-uh, did you bring me here?” You ask awkwardly, wiping away the spilled water.

“Yeah, you collapsed in my arms, and the nurse’s office was closed, so I-uh, brought you back here instead. If you weren’t feeling good, you should have just gone home.” Iwaizumi reprimands gently, sitting on the bench sideways to face you, watching your shoulders slump in mild shame.

Nodding along, you laugh, “I probably should have, but I thought I’d be able to last. I didn’t want to leave you guys manager-less if I could just power through. This normally hap-”

“This is normal?” Iwaizumi cuts you off, leaning in to look at you with a shocked and worried expression.

You lean back, flushing at the sudden proximity. “W-well, kinda. My period can get pretty heavy, and it can make me all lightheaded, and sometimes I pass out. But it normally happens at home, not at school!” You stumble through your explanation, pressing a hand to Iwaizumi’s chest and turning to look any place other than his face.

“That’s not safe at all! What happens if you fall and hit your head?!” He demands, leaning closer, one hand grabbing your waist, the other pressing the hand on his chest closer so you could practically feel his heart racing.

“My-my parents help me, or I just lay down until I can get up!” You stammer, only making it worse.

Iwaizumi sighs into your shoulder, hugging you close to his chest between his legs. You sputter at the sudden contact, arms trapped between your chests, but freeze when you feel his hand squeeze your waist.

“You’re gonna make my heart give out. You make me so worried.” He mumbles into your shirt.

Your hands grip the front of his uniform tightly as your eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment at how hot your face feels. “Sorry.” You whisper into his hair.

“It’s not your fault, but… please, let me take you home so I know you won’t just pass out on the side of the road.” He practically begs, unconsciously circling his thumb on your hip comfortingly.

You giggle at his words, heart fluttering from his actions. “Ok, just so I can pass out in your arms instead.” You simper, quieting a giddy shriek when his hands squeeze your waist tighter as he chuckles into your neck.

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a/n: let me know if I should write for other characters, or if you have any fun ideas/requests!!

[edenscollardrawer]

Vengeance - f!Sydney/f!PC/f!Kylar

18+ content warnings & tags: exhibitionism, revenge, graphic violence, knives, bondage, fingering, degradation, humiliation request: "may i request pc/syd? pc realizes kylar’s jealousy is so high that they’re abt to get kidnapped again. instead of relying on bailey, you warn sydney to save you if you disappear. but when she comes to save you, instead of going quietly, she restrains kylar and forces her to watch" - @foxyfexyll 1822 words

A pair of green eyes burned into the side of your head as you carried your tray through the cafeteria, slipping into the seat next to your girlfriend. Kylar’s incessant surveillance had only increased since you broke out of her basement last month. ‘No’ was apparently not a word in her dictionary, as your escape had not deterred her from pursuing you further. 

You consider yourself a pretty resilient girl, but the constant stalking was definitely taking its toll. Sleepless nights had become the norm for you, as you found yourself constantly staring out your bedroom window to ensure your safety. Sydney cast you a sympathetic glance, setting her hand on your knee. 

“Are you alright? You seem really tense today.” Her thumb rubbed gentle circles over your exposed skin, your body relaxing under her touch. 

“I’m.. fine. God, do you see that fucking freak?” Sydney frowns, looking up to follow your gaze. When she sees Kylar, her brows furrow and her grip on your leg tightens. 

“Is she giving you trouble again?” you sighed, looking down at your lap as you played with the hem of your skirt. 

“Yeah… I can’t sleep, I can’t focus… everywhere I look, there she is. I have a really bad feeling, Syd. Something isn’t right.” She bit her lip, staring daggers across the room at the loner. Kylar poked at her food, pretending she couldn’t see the two of you - yet anytime you looked away, you felt those eyes on you again. That creep. 

“I’ve got your back. Promise.” Sydney holds out her pinky finger for you to link, and you oblige.

“If anything happens… If I don’t come to school, If I’m not answering calls - please come looking for me. Okay?” your voice shook as you talked. She nodded firmly, a serious look plastered across her face. You already felt indebted to Bailey after the last time, God knows he guilt tripped you plenty. Disposing of your trash, you made a hasty exit to your history class. It was an absolute blessing that you only had one class with your reclusive stalker.

The rest of your day was uneventful, the school providing some degree of security. As your day came to a close and you walked across the front schoolyard, anxiety consumed you. You felt like a wild rabbit in an open meadow, a hawk circling overhead as you gnaw on a patch of grass. The ever-present feeling of being watched consumed you once again as you began your trek home. 

Walking through the residential alleyways, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and prepared to hop the fence to the back garden. A familiar prick in your neck kept you grounded, and the world quickly faded into darkness. When you came to, you’d landed in the same exact basement you’d grown so familiar with the month prior - your captor standing over you with a crazed grin. 

“M-my love! You’re awake! I’m so glad that we’re finally reunited again…” Her knife trailed down the side of your face with a wistful elegance. You didn’t bother flinching. Sydney would come for you this time, you knew she wouldn’t get away with it. 

“Don’t bother, freak,” you scoffed, glaring up at her with fire in your eyes, “Sydney is coming. You’ll fucking regret this.” Kylar’s gaze widened and a maniacal laugh burst from her throat. 

“S-Sydney?” she smiled, walking closer to you, the tip of her knife digging into the center of your throat, a small trail of blood leaking from the fresh cut. Another guffaw left her small body as she launched herself onto you, knocking the chair down with you. A loud oof came out of you as you smacked down onto the cement floor -  your restrained body still firmly strapped down. She crawled on top of you, hands clenching around your bloody throat. 

“I h-have been so… so k-kind to you. All… All I d-do is love you, and you.. You still choose… Sydney?” your girlfriend’s name falls from her lips with a venomous tone.

You tried to scream, tried to use some clever retort, tried to berate her - but all that came out was a strangled gurgle. Her hands tightened further, your face turning red as the oxygen struggled to reach your head. Kylar’s psychotic grin looked like it reached ear to ear; she stared down at you with rage as you felt your consciousness slowly draining. Just as you felt the light draining from your eyes, an unseen force ripped her off of you. Gasping for air, you lied still for a moment before mustering the strength to look up from your restrained position.

Punch after punch lands against Kylar’s bewildered face as Sydney straddles her chest. She grabbed both of the petite girl’s arms and forced them behind her back, aggressively flipping her over onto her stomach. Kylar squirmed frantically, thrashing and screaming about the unfairness of it all. Your girlfriend ignored the stalker's pleas of injustice - grabbing a nearby rope lying on the concrete and deftly tying her wrists together. She makes sure the knots are secure before dragging her into the corner and propping her up against the wall.

“Y-you can’t do this! W-we’re in love! You can’t tear us apart!” Sydney scoffs, her face contorted in disgust.

“You’re sick, Kylar.” She finally walks over to you, cupping your face tenderly as she unties you from the chair. Once free, she rubs your wrists where the rope had been cutting into your skin. Sydney examines the bruises and blood on your neck, her breathing becoming shaky. 

“You think this is love?” Sydney gestures to the bruises on your neck, forcing Kylar to confront her actions.  “I’ll fucking show you what love looks like.” Everything was happening so fast, you had whiplash. Sydney turned to you, grabbing ahold of your chin. Her lips met yours, tongue quickly slipping into your mouth. Though your eyes were both closed, the sound of Kylar struggling and crying filled the dank room.

“STOP! STOP IT! SHE LOVES ME!” she screamed like she was watching a cold blooded murder unfold in front of her. In a way, she was. The homicide of your non-existent love. Sydney grabbed your hips, pulling you closer. Her touch was gentle, but firm. You could tell she wanted to prove to Kylar that she had no chance. As her thumbs hooked under the hem of your skirt, flipping it up, she pulled away to turn to the struggling stalker. 

“My beloved, do you care about Kylar?” you immediately and frantically shook your head in disagreement. “Do you care if she suffers?” You once again shake your head. She struggles against her bindings and cries harder. Some sick part of you is turned on by the sound of her struggle, the utter anguish in her pleas for mercy. You press your thighs together, feeling the moistness growing there.

Sydney continues, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of your lace panties and pulling them down. She discards them and continues, hands running down your body in a display of intimacy that only serves to make Kylar more frantic. Her fingers dip down into your wetness, and she lets out an exaggerated moan, looking over at the onlooker with a devilish smirk. 

“Oh my God, you’re just soaking wet for me…” She draws her fingers up to her lips, wiping your slick off on her tongue and humming thoughtfully.

“Fucking delicious.” She tucks her dark hair behind her ear. Sydney’s complete control over the whimpering mess in the corner only made you hotter. Her fingers return to their position and she wastes no time flicking them across your clit, swirling around in the motion that drives you crazy. 

She stares Kylar dead in the eyes as your soft whimpers and moans fill the room, tears washing down the small girl’s cheeks. Your girlfriend’s free hand moves up to your breast, kneading and massaging the supple flesh. Every feeling was amplified by the experience of being watched. It felt so fucking good to make her hurt. She deserved every single second of pain, and you relished in the sound of her despair as Sydney’s fingers dipped into your drenched core - pumping in and out as she maintained eye contact with the panicking freak. 

You made sure to make a dramatic show of humping against her hand, moaning loudly and running your hands up and down your body like you were in ecstasy. Kylar sobbed loudly, kicking against the concrete and nearly banging her head against the brick wall. As you looked over and saw her practically begging for death, you felt yourself clenching around Sydney's digits. 

“O-Oh my God, I love you so much, Syd!” you cried loudly, looking over at Kylar with an exaggerated orgasm face. Her hair was even messier than usual, cheeks red and puffy from crying - and you could see a shameful wet patch forming on her exposed panties, her skirt having hiked itself up to her waist during her struggle. As Sydney’s hand retracted from your spent pussy, she rested her forehead against yours.

“I love you more than anything…” she whispered just loud enough for Kylar to hear, planting a passionate kiss against your lips. She ran her hands up your body, admiring your curves - then she turned and walked over to Kylar. 

“Looks like somebody enjoyed the show. You really are pathetic, you know that?” She made a show of pressing her foot to Kylar’s panties - laughing loudly at the panicked moan that left her lips. She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and walked back over to you.

“Let's get out of here, beloved. She can sit here and think about what she’s done.” Grabbing ahold of her hand, you glance over at the now-motionless lump on the ground. Hesitantly, you walk over to her.

“You ever fucking try something like this again, I will end you.” You spit, looking at your girlfriend for approval before you both make a hasty exit from the basement, leaving Kylar to her own devices. As the two of you descend Danube Street, Sydney stops and looks you up and down.

“You’re okay, right? I should’ve asked before doing… all that.” She smiles sheepishly, biting her bottom lip between her teeth. A giggle falls from your lips, and you reach forward to twirl her cross pendant between your fingers. “You’re my hero, Sydney…” Standing on your toes, you plant a gentle peck on her cheek. The sweet scent of her floral perfume brought you back to reality. The rest of the walk was uneventful, though there was the looming fear of potential consequences hanging overhead. You doubted that worm of a girl would tattle on you - but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be plotting her revenge. It wasn’t really a question of if she would retaliate, but rather, when. Today, you held the power - and that was enough. 

[venacavaflora]

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ Dad who keeps his aggression a secret. he’s always quiet, always stoic, yet it never seems like it. to you at least. all his attention, effort, worry, and focus is on you. conversing with friends about weekend plans or shopping trips, and somehow not having to ask him to ever change his schedule for you.

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ he adores you, and adores everyone knowing you’re the biggest Daddy’s girl. so when he sits you on his lap and explains how you’re always such a good girl for him, how you always take instruction so well, how much he adores his kind little girl, it's not unusual to you.

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ when his hands start to massage your thighs and the knots out your lower back, it’s normal for you. hearing him ask you to trust him, however, was new. feeling his fingers graze higher and higher, such caution in his touch gave you goosebumps.

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ when his palm finds its way sliding over your collarbone, feeling you swallow and the rush of your carotid, you’re not scared, but curious. “you know Daddy would never hurt you, not unless you wanted me to, isn’t that right sweet girl? you know i’d only ever make you feel good, hm?”

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ you nod as much as you can with his hand on your neck, flustered as thoughts of after-school drives, late-night talks, and cuddle sessions fill your head. “Dad wants to try something new, kiddo. can you take a slow, deep breath, and hold still for me?”

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ he lets you get about halfway through the breath before his fingers tighten. the feeling of your air seeping slower and slower into your lungs, the pressure of his thigh pushing into your panties, time feels like it’s slowing down. “just breathe, princess. thatsss it, just breathe, and relax for Daddy.”

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ he knew the added security of him holding onto your waist was all it would take to feel your body soaking into his, and soak you did. your vision was starting to blur, his whispers of praise sounded further away, and your heartbeat getting closer. “i want you __ ____ no matter what ___ _______ my perfect toy.”

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ you whimpered and grabbed his arm, clawing as he chuckled. he couldn’t help but pull you closer, looking down at your nail with his initial on it being the cherry on top, and giving you one last squeeze. your sight is fading before you feel air finally able to flood your lungs again, feeling the weight of one hand still on your throat and another rubbing your back.

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻“breathe, slowly, there you go. such a good girl, i’m so proud of you kiddo. you trusted Daddy completely and fully, so proud!” coughing with your eyes welling up, taking deep breaths whilst being handed a cup of water. the wet spot in your panties almost made you feel like it wasn’t needed.

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ the sight in front of him could convince him you were an angel. turning you around to drink every detail in, “my beautiful girl. i want you to be prepared for that to happen often. think of it as a really deep kiss from Dad, to show how much i love my darling little princess. to remind you your daddy will always be here, needing, and wanting you.” bear hugging you and kissing your sweat-sheened forehead <3

[buriedinmyownfeelings]

I guess this is just a weekly thing now

Just when I think I couldn’t love them more something like this happens

[whumpy-wyrms]

GUYS i have to give a six minute demonstration speech for my oral/interpersonal communications class later AND. AND like two weeks ago when we were planning it i didn’t know what to do it on so my teacher said something art related since she knows i like to draw. so i chose to. to give a speech in front of like 20 other people in my grade on HOW TO DRAW ANTONNNNN AND I’M FREAKING OUT BECAUSE THAT SPEECH LS TOFDAY AND I HAVENT PRACTICED IT AT ALLLLLL LMAO IM SO FUCKED

[animemusicbrackets]

Hewwo everybody! first of all: happy Juneteenth to all my African American friends! Second, I have update on the semifinals: i am traveling for a convention (anime ohio) and don’t have access to a computer, so semifinals will go up next weekend, not this weekend. Had a lot of stuff going on including con crunching so I kinda.. forgor to make the next bracket round….. so it will have to wait til I get back. sorry. Please be patient with me 🥲

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

55-75 dollars an hour for being a therapist? And all this time I’ve been giving services to adults for free since I was 10.

[mauxanhduong]

i am losing my mind

[baycitystygian]

guys I just survived a ladder that wanted to kill me. cheers

[sweetandglovelyart]

Next page of Knightfall in Dream Land is most likely going to be posted this Saturday or Sunday!

I have this next page about a third of the way done right now and I’m going to try and get it finished by this weekend. The page following this one might take me a little longer than usual to finish because I’m working on some stuff for grad school and am also about to be out of town for some work trips, so I apologize in advance if I end up taking a while to post it. I don’t bring my tablet with me when I go on trips and I won’t have any time to draw anyway so I probably won’t start working on it until after I get back. I do plan to try and get another chapter of the fanfiction version of the comic posted soon though. Since I’ll have my laptop with me while I’m away I’m planning to do a little writing, so look out for the next chapter coming in the next few weeks. Thank you to everyone who’s reading both the comic and the fanfiction, I hope you’re enjoying them and sorry again for my slow updates!

[horsemage]

Is it really a phone call with your mom if you don’t shout at each other a little bit